Every day I wake up hoping I don’t become like you, already gone by sunrise. You leave the house clean and return dirty, you always smell of the same smell and don’t speak for at least two hours when you get back from work. You don’t believe me? Look me in the eye when I’m talking at least.
You’ve done all this for me, but why?
Broken car, ok come on my scooter. Got up at an ungodly hour, have them fix it tomorrow or we’re screwed. Fog, the road is shiny, lightning. It starts to rain.
A cappuccino, ok for me, and a croissant.
We’re soaked.
Everybody says hello to you, hands shaken, they call you with a weird nickname.
You smile, I’ve never seen you smile. It’s your world, the meaning of everything.
They call me by name, they know everything about me.
So I realize who I am. Your son.
And I want to be like you.
